Ocean

There's no thoughts on my mind
 9 P.M. Eastern Standard Time
 Watch the curtains, hear the wind moan
 Keep on looking at the telephone
 Choking, hoping that you called
 Cause it's too quiet in my home
 It's time to get home
 I've been looking for your hand to hold
 You know everything I know
 We both are Florida born
 I don't know if it's just chemicals
 But the water never left my soul
 I still hear it when I'm all alone
 I'm alone.
 I am your moon, you are my sun
 I am your ocean crashed down with love
 Don't know if it's chemicals
 But your voice it doesn't leave my bones
 Highly compatible, I know that for sure
 I'm just looking for your hands to hold
 Cause this room it's grown too cold
 This room's too cold when I'm alone
 I miss our home, it's too quiet in my skull
 When I'm alone it's too quiet in my skull
 Cause I am your ocean
 I am your ocean
 I am yours...